Where Pate and Peggie[44] aft hae run;
Noo joined wi’ silv’ry limpid Esk,
Gangs merrily singing tae the sea.
Ilk bird and flower the chorus join
Till wilds and braes resound wi’ glee.
Sing on, ye warblers ’mang the trees,
Bloom fair, ye blue-bells on the plains,
And deck the banks of infant rills
That wander through my native glens.
Alex. Farquharson.